Here's a tissue, sissy pants

I hate that my eyes get warm and well up with tears when I'm too sensitive about certain subjects.

As you may or may not know, I will be taking some courses this summer in order to finish my degree. I will be taking French Civilization II -- Independent Study, and I've been trying very hard to keep up with registering and other details just to make sure nothing disastrous happens to prevent me from graduating. I have asked the professor in charge several times regarding the details of this class, and each time, she's blown me off (without any exaggeration, here) by telling me that: "We can talk about it later," or "E-mail [her] and she can give me more information when she has the time," and today, "Don't talk about it. I don't even want to think about it right now." This struck me like a ton of bricks, especially since the rest of the class was there (minus Lesli) to witness this professional courtesy of hers. You know the best part? I was just starting to tell her that I'd gone to the department secretary and taken care of the registration process when she cut me off with that.

It just made me feel sad. Defeated. How does anyone treat another person like this, especially on a professor-student level? Why do I have to cater to her? Shouldn't she give me two seconds of her time? I have never had a professor treat me so poorly in all of my 17 years of school. Seriously.